The artillery of human emotions


The artillery of human emotions 
Presently has an empty arsenal
And no wonder the usual commotions
Verge inevitably towards the banal

The euphoria of winning is so sweet
The despair of losing is so bitter
Such that people cry on the street
Over the small cup gone to the other

To hear people cry over a quiet song
You must remember a past time and place
When a tender heart would break when done wrong
Where true love was a deed of prudent grace

The artillery of human emotions
Presently has an empty arsenal
Since we uphold the pleasant conventions
Way above the rules of what is practical

The riches made from acting is so great
The poverty of the poets is so bleak
Such that people forget to altercate
And convince the strong to think about the weak

To hear people say what they really mean
You must go out and talk to the tall tree
Where men describe in detail what they've seen
Alluding with metaphors feeling free

Rome, 20 1 2007